God: “Now, help people.”
Your prayer is strong
Your words are strong
You may feel weak
But this weakness
Is only an illusion
An illusion crafted by the world
In an attempt to prevent you
From becoming who you are always meant to be:
WARRIOR, MORALLY-GREY, VILLAIN WITH A HEART, INDEPENDENT, IMMUNE, CREATOR OF WORLDS, FRIEND, BEST FRIEND, DAUGHTER, SISTER, COUSIN, NIECE…
THE TRAVELLER WHO’S NO LONGER AFRAID OF RISKING.
So yes
You can help people
No matter how small, weak, or insignificant you might feel right now
Because strength isn’t always a physical manifestation
Place your hand on the center of your chest
And feel the heart beating right there
Despite of everything you’ve been through
This is the time you finally realize
The beats had only gotten stronger
Those moments
Wherein you feel so afraid
So weak
So angry
So lost
How could you ever
Think of yourself weak
When your heart never stops beating
And it only pounded harder
As if asking to be unleashed from its cage
To fight against the world
Head-on
Unmasked and bare
Unashamed
You have always been so strong
Strong enough to help others realize
They have the same strength too.
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Even As Dust We Sparkle
PuisiA poetry collection written by Sejuru about misunderstood villains, self-love, empowerment, and inner strength.
